#39 Lil’ Miss Judger

“Lil’ Miss Judger”

I think, this relationship should drop.
I find, that there is something up.
Come on, why will you not tell me?
Hey now, it’s just the two of us, please?

Oh hey! I know whatcha gonna say.
You know, trying to move me away.
Don’t lie; you can’t hide your secret.
I’m right; now you’re starting to fret.

Oh dear, asking for forgiveness?
Should I? After all you’ve transgressed?
Dear me, you’re such a hypocrite.
How lame–saying that it’s all a myth.

Oh boy, this might go on forever.
My gosh, you say we’re still together.
See through, all the things you’re saying.
I’m tired, so I am now leaving!

Good night, it’s getting really late.
Who cares, if I even have a mate.
So what? I don’t really like him.
It’s so, really tiring it seems.

Oh yes, no more troubles for me.
So now, I’m living peacefully.
So good, that I’ve gotten freedom.
Oh yeah, I’m on my way to stardom!

But then, I think ’bout it once again.
Um, well, the time’s so past ten.
I think, I should reconsider things.
Maybe, a diff’rent outcome it’ll bring.

So then, I think of vis’ting the guy.
I’m stuck, because I’m really shy.
How then, can this relationship be fixed?
I think, our feelings will be mixed.

I peeked and wonder what he’s doing.
Oh my, he’s writing down something.
I see, a letter on the table.
Read it; seems he wants us stable.

Oh man, I’m sorry for what I’ve done.
I wish, that my problems would be gone!
What now? How can I be relaxing?
When you, a guy, is now weeping?

“Sorry,” is what I said to you.
You know, the two of us can be blue.
You planned not to move me away.
Reality, you want to take me to a date.

Written on Monday, May 16, 2011
Theme: Love | Stanzas: 11 | Lines: 44
Rhyming sequence: AABB | Syllabic range: 2 before main text

Think of it as a story when a girl misunderstands her guy–a judger who takes back her words in the end.

#4 Bittersweetness

“Bittersweetness”

A letter came to me one day.
The envelope said that it’s from you.
I’m curious of the contents, I musy say,
For there was not just one letter but two.

I tore the envelope from the side
And pulled the letters out.
My hand was shaking while I cried;
Those terars of mine carried doubt.

I couldn’t believe what I just read,
But the letter in black and white said,
“I’m sorry; your eyes may now be red,
But your love was shot and is now dead.”

My face sank when I heard the news;
No way that can be true.
My heart felt like it got a bruise.
Of all things, why did it happen to you?

I unfolded the second letter
And began to read it slowly.
My emotions began to feel better
When I saw the page from your diary.

I began to feel bittersweet
When I saw exactly what you wrote.
You made my heart skip beat,
And here I’ll say it; let me quote,

“I was always greeted by my lovely sunshine
In the beautiful, sunny mornings.
Her cheerful smile makes me day sublime,
But today I will go to a journey.

“This journey is not like any other;
It’s more than just a simple trip.
Someone wants to take the like of another,
And I must make sure that plan get ripped.

“While I may not meet my love again,
I hope that I’ll survive the blow.
I’ve always wanted to say to the maiden
That I love her with all my soul.”

My eyes were swelling from all the tears
When I read all the writings of the letter.
Your love gave me comfort from my fears;
You made me so happy and light as a feather.

I caress the diary page
And hope to see you again someday.
To the one who killed you, I’m enraged;
To my knight, I love you, I must say.

Prequel to #5 Visit of Remembrance
Written on Monday, October 25, 2010
Theme: Love | Stanzas: 11 | Lines: 44
Rhyming sequence: ABAB | Syllabic range: unordered

I figured that my first few poems were so…more on the melancholic side, and Andrea said I should write about love. I’m not so accustomed to love and the experiences, so this is just a random shot at it. Hihi.

Like I said, I’m not that experienced when it comes to things of love, and this beginner’s work is proof of it. I see it now, and there’s so much uneven syllables (so strict of me to consider that). Anyway, it’s just my first shot to writing a love poem. More of a story here. In addition to that, this is the first poem that I’ve written that has a sequence of ABAB. I favor the AABB style more that time, so I kinda had a hard time writing this once.